More proof, if any was needed, that “If I fits, I sits” is universal.
“Fits”, of course, is a matter of opinion and local option.
Regardless of whether you agree with Lefty’s definition, you have to admit that he demonstrates with panache.
Category Archives: Lefty
If Three Is a Crowd…
While Kokoro, Sachiko, and Emeraldas are occasionally found chilling on the bed, most often it’s the boys’ hangout.
(Left to right: Watanuki, Lefty, Yuki)
Every so often, though, there’s an interloper.
The nameless stuffed black cat usually serves as Maggie’s back rest, but sometimes sprawls at the foot of the bed.
The boys don’t seem to mind. Maybe because the stuffed cat fits with their color scheme?
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Good Morning
We all have our crosses to bear.
Mine is that I’m decidedly not a morning person. Doesn’t matter how much sleep I get, I just don’t function at peak capacity until afternoon (and aftercaffeination).
So you might think that I’m distinctly unfond of opening my eyes to see, well, this:
After all, for most cats this would be the “It’s morning and I want my breakfast” greeting.
Lefty is not most cats.
This is his “Don’t get up. Take five more minutes* to give me snuggles before you crawl out of bed—and feel free to keep your eyes closed if it makes the day easier” greeting.
* Or five more hours. Whatever works for you.
Thank all the greater and lesser gods and goddesses for our SnugglePanther.
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…When They’re Asleep
The comings and goings of the hoomins are generally of little concern to ‘Nuki. As long as dinner is served on time, he’s not much interested in who provides it. And away from the food bowl, he concerns himself exclusively with running the security force and sleeping.
Looks so peaceful, doesn’t he?
Not all is as it might seem, however.
That tail he’s cuddling? Not his.
Hard as it might be to believe, but Knuckles Malloy, local asshole-about-the-house and head of Ooki Brothers Security Services, sleeps better with a stuffed animal.
A very well-stuffed animal in this case.
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Triad
Yuki, Emeraldas, and Lefty have an interesting relationship.
Or, I suppose, set of relationships.
As best we can tell, Em is madly in love with Yuki, taking every opportunity to snuggle up, groom him and be groomed by him. Yuki seems to enjoy the attention–except when she gets too vigorous and knocks him over (he’s not very stable on his feet)–but doesn’t go out of his way to spend time with her.
Her Majesty also spends much of her time with Lefty. There’s far less grooming, mutual or otherwise, but significant amounts of quiet chilling, especially in the late evening when they share my chair in the dining room.
As for the boys, they’ll snuggle up and indulge in a bit of mutual grooming, but there’s a definite air of making do, especially as they only occasionally do it when Emeraldas is around.
So a scene like this one is rare.
No question, Em is the hinge pin in the scissor of their triad.
Or maybe that’s the wrong metaphor. Never mind, it’s late and so is the post. I’ll go with it.
And close with a shot of Yuki, showing just how he feels about her grooming efforts.
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Observation Post
[This post went live at 11:59. That makes it a Friday post, rather than a Saturday one, right?]
Just a quiet moment as Queen Emeraldas and her loyal consort Lefty watch the world go by from their observation post on the landing.
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How Can You Resist?
Turns out there is at least one thing Lefty doesn’t consider to be food.
Aside from feta, that is.
We continue to give him opportunities to broaden his culinary palette, and he generally adopts them with enthusiasm. Surprisingly, however, yoghurt turned out to be beyond the food event horizon.
Granted, stereotypes about cats and dairy products are greatly overblown. But Rhubarb is an enthusiastic yoghurt eater–even though it causes various sorts of digestive upset–so we rather expected Lefty to give it a try. Nope. A couple of sniffs were followed by burying motions.
And, yes, we know we really shouldn’t be feeding him at the table.
But he’s so polite about his requests. He sits quietly on the floor between our chairs and gives us the “Hey, hoomins, here I am, how about it?” look.
Maybe you could resist.
We can’t.
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Sit Right Down
I promised you a critter post this week, and by gosh and by golly, here it is.
(Good thing I didn’t promise it for Friday, huh? No, Saturday is not, as Maggie suggested, the new Friday. I’ll put ’em up on Friday as often as possible, but there will still be occasional slippage to Saturday.)
Anyway, onward to the actual post.
Emeraldas and Lefty both enjoy sitting in my chair in the dining room. Em will often grab it overnight and up until the bipeds start stirring. Lefty takes over after breakfast and generally maintains possession until dinner time.
In the evening, though?
Yeah, neither one is willing to give way to the other.
Cats being cats, joint possession needs to be negotiated. With extensive meepling, ear nibbling, and forehead bopping. Every. Single. Evening.
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Double-Decker
The microwave/TV condo in the upstairs hall goes through waves of popularity and disinterest.
Until about a week ago, nobody had been much into it, literally or figuratively. Kokoro would sit on top, but neither for very long or very often.
Then, magic:
Emeraldas and Lefty have taken it over.
They seem to like the two-level aspect. Meezers are typically climbers, so being on the upper level may be appealing to Em’s deeper instincts; as for Lefty, few indeed are the cats who don’t like a cave of their own.
(Note, by the way, that Lefty is still–at least as of this writing–wearing his bling.)
As for us, we’re pleased to see Em hanging around parts of the house that aren’t the downstairs.
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A Rite of Passage
It took a lot longer than we expected, but Lefty may have confirmed the “Formerly” in his title of “Formerly Feral Fellow”.
Mind you, he’s not exactly happy about it.
Downright grumpy, in fact.
But an apparently incongruous emotional reaction to a life-changing event is far from uncommon.
It’s been more than a year since I wrote “someday soon he will wear it again“. I’m pretty sure that fourteen months isn’t “soon” by the standards of anyone with a lifespan shorter than your average sequoia.
But, yes.
He is once again wearing a collar.
As of this writing, he’s had it on for four days–it helps that this was intended to be his permanent collar, rather than an extremely weak “test collar”–but after a few unsuccessful attempts to persuade Emeraldas to help him take it off, he hasn’t mustered any strong objections.
And, yes, it does have bling.
I’ll skip the jokes about him being the star of our family and/or the bell [sic] of the ball.
He is Awesome Kitty, though, and we’re delighted that he seems to have accepted that the Well-Dressed Cat-About-the-House wears bling.
Welcome home, Lefty, welcome home.
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